I don't have writer's block.
I simply can't put all my ideas into words.
I don't know; which is worse? No ideas, or ideas trapped by the limitations of my own inability to focus...
Too many distractions. Too many things on my mind... I need more time, a longer life... I need changes to creation itself.
I'm always there for my friends when they call on me. That's just the way it is.
When a friend calls me, distraught, crying... so upset that the words barely make it out, my heart is torn immediately. I want to help. I want to fix things.
I can't fix this.
And my heart breaks.
My heart is still breaking.
The religious among us always say, "God only gives us what we can handle..." I don't believe this, at all. Not one bit. Not one little bit....
All I have to give is who I am. And I will give everything I can for this friend. For this situation. I wish I had the magic to make it all better.
I know hearts are breaking... I can feel it. My heart is breaking too.
you do the best you can, sugar, and give what you can. That is no more than anyone would ask of you. Sometimes that is enough, sometimes it isn't. But you know you did what you could. There is only so much any one person can do, and as long as you do it, that's enough.
Restaurant week in Buffalo - always a great time to go out and have an amazing dinner while trying a new restaurant.
Here is the problem I have with it though: high-end restaurants charge a premium for the ambiance, not the food. If you're going to charge $60 for an entree, the food needs to be exquisite. Not just pedestrian - it needs to be mind blowing.
It is so rarely mind blowing. It was good - not mind blowing. But I can get good at a family owned, run-of-the-mill restaurant and pay $20 any day of the week.
It's about the experience, the service, the good time you'll have, sure... but it HAS to be about the food first.
I agree- and I odn't care how pretty it is on the plate, if the taste doesn't stand out to me, it's a waste. I know they say you eat first with your eyes, but that is first, not only. And I've been in this business long enough to know what goes on behind the scenes in most places like that.
I'm always truly amazed by the five start restaurants that serve what is NOT what I consider a portion (as it is this TINY little thing...) and I can't finish it.
Odd way of telling but, hands down, if it fills you up with half the volume it is well balanced and set out perfectly. That always has me in awe, but is very rare.
I don't eat with my eyes first.
You could hand me a mess on a plate. If it looks like what I ordered, I'll taste it before passing judgement.
Of course, it makes it easier to find the stray hairs when it is neat and tidy on the plate... but that's an entirely different issue.
I was just considering cooking on webcam... but... fuck it. I'm listening to music.
I've decided that I'm going to report my HR department to my HR department. The "Recognizing Sexual Harassment in the Workplace" video they made me watch today made me very uncomfortable, and now I'm not sure if I can go to HR to report HR made me uncomfortable without there being negative consequences on my career...
Oh, the tangled webs we weave...
Ah... a big salad with Caesar dressing, loaded up with tomatoes, avocados, cucumber...
...with a side of spiteful venom and passive aggressiveness....
I got all of the loud chickens in this batch...
I like having options, but sometimes you have to cut options loose and change direction.
aww... little piggy....
...looks like nothing has changed, except my vision.
After a day like today, scotch at 1:30AM sounds like a fine idea...
S: Any new, good drama on VR?
B: I have no idea. I go there, write stuff in my journal, check my society, and log out.
S: You mean you don't stay for the childish antics and drama?
B: Why would I do that? I have an office to work in.
...honestly, why live vicariously when you can live it M-F, 10 hours a day?
So I have coffee with this woman... and she tells me the story of her daughter recently being raped.
They're very involved with their Church. Her daughter, 19, was dating a nice boy but broke up with him because he is an Atheist. A belief in god is far too important a thing to her, according to her mom, so she broke up with him.
She met a boy through her church group. Assumed because he is part of the church group, he HAD to be a good person.
The first time they got together, he raped her.
....aside from the over-sharing, what is the lesson(s) to be learned here?
I think the first one is... Jesus is great, but he's no replacement for pepper-spray on a keychain.
Protect yourselves, ladies....
hmmmm nice to know such nice guys a 'church'
Got a recipe for homemade pepper spray if any one needs one. or just as simple, google it. :)
I think it needs to be that you should put your faith in God, but don't trust anybody else. A cloak of Christianity is still just a cloak. Use your brains, ladies.
The lesson is: Christians be carzy too.
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